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Release Date: June 7, 2016

Rafe Rider is the lead singer of Destiny Fades to Blue, the “it boys” of rock. He is living the dream… traveling the country with his band, sharing his bed with the occasional groupie, and just living large… while their singles climb the charts. Daisy Anderson is the lead singer of Sweet Southern Sass, the sweethearts and most famous female group of the last decade in country. Their sold out tour has ended and they are enjoying the down time while they prepare their next hit album. Signed under the same label, a cross-over tour between the sweethearts of country and the bad boys of rock is just the thing to gather fans from both genres. As the tour rolls out and the bands are thrust together… passion and tempers ignite as the “good” girl and the “bad” boy realize they aren’t quite as different as they imagined. Can two people from different worlds find love on the road with the person they least expect? When the sweethearts of country meet the bad boys of rock… more than the charts heat up. ***This book is intended for those 18 and older. It contains explicit sex, graphic language, and adult content. Those against those things should NOT read!

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Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned writer.She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism.She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, 2 kids, and 4 fur babies.When she's not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing Supermom, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), or catching up on her family oriented blog.

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Today is the release day launch of A PROMISE KEPT by Anissa Garcia. I am so excited about this fantastic new contemporary romance! Check out the excerpt and enter her giveaway today!About A Promise Kept: Closing her heart a long time ago, Grace Clark made a promise she’s vowed to keep. Having Hollywood heartthrob Evan Matthews move in next door with his alluring good looks, charisma, wit, and sexy smile is a temptation that runs the risk of compromising the importance of that promise. Evan is drawn to his new neighbor. Grace is the exact opposite of the women he normally encounters. Enticing, down-to-earth, and confident, she captivates him. She has no problems facing off with Evan, and he soon realizes Grace is much more than just a challenge. He wants to prove himself to her. Grace can see the man beyond the actor, and with more than just her pride at stake, she needs to hold tight to her promise before Evan breaks through all her walls, exposing her heart. Buy Links:Amazon | GoodreadsExclusive Excerpt: “How many homes do you manage?” He walked with her across the yard and to her door. “Mine, plus four more. It’s an easy job most of the time. Stephen is a friend of my father’s. He’s always traveling and needed someone to look after all the small things he can’t.” “Gives you time to write?” “Yes, definitely. And I get discount on my rent. He and my dad are close, so he didn’t hesitate to help me out.” “Well, I’m glad I rented this place. And that my pipe leaked.” He watched her body tense up as she turned to unlock her door. “The cast party is on Friday night. I’m renting a small shuttle to come pick us up.” “A shuttle?” She stepped partially inside before turning. “Yeah, so everyone can party recklessly but get home reliably. Besides, who wants to find parking and drive in downtown traffic, right?” “Smart move.” “Be sure to wear a sexy costume, Grace.” “I don’t do sexy.” Grace placed her bag on the hall tree and turned back toward him. “And one date down, one to go.” “You are sexy. And today was not a date.” “Says who?” “Me.” “See? If this was in the old days, we’d define this as a date.” He laughed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s not the old days, honey buns.” She crossed her arms and continued. “So what, in your opinion, defines a date, Mr. Matthews?” Evan grasped her arm and tugged her forward. Their bodies were so close, and he could feel himself stir as he breathed in her scent. His hand brushed her cheek, and his lips drifted near hers. She didn’t push him away, but he knew if he got any closer she would. “When I get to kiss you at the end of it, Gracie. And I will eventually kiss you, doll.” He winked at her and walked away, letting her settle with that notion and knowing he was getting closer to winning her over. About Anissa: Anissa Garcia resides in Austin, Texas and earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Speech Communications and English. She held an array of jobs including Public Relations Manager for Barnes and Noble. Wanting a change of pace, she moved to Los Angeles where she attended The American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and trained full-time in theatre. After working in Hollywood, she returned to Texas where she has written articles for Cosmopolitan and Lady Couture. When not writing stories, watching movies, or drinking a latte, she loves to daydream about romantic fictional men. Links:Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Website | GoodreadsEnter Anissa’s Giveaway:a Rafflecopter giveaway

Blessed and cursed by their hidden abilities, the Sentinels have no choice but to live, and love, on the edge of humanity…The Sentinel assassin, Bas, is facing the greatest challenge of his outcast existence. His young daughter, Molly, has been kidnapped. But her disappearance has brought the return of her mother, Myst, whom Bas has never forgotten--or forgiven.

Haunted by a vision that she's destined to create a weapon that will destroy thousands, Myst was never impulsive--until she met the irresistibly handsome Bas. But with the Brotherhood, the enemy of the high-bloods hunting for her, Myst had to stay on the run, to keep her child, and the world, safe. Now, with the most important thing in both their lives at stake, she and Bas must embark on a treacherous journey to save Molly, to confront the truth of Myst's fate--and to face their fierce desire for one another.

​He looked . . . offended.“You didn’t tell me you were a telepath.”She shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”“You applied for a job. I assumed you would have shared your complete resume.” He leaned down, wrapping her in the scent of clean male skin and scotch. “Or were you keeping secrets even back then?”His lips brushed the top of her ear, sending streaks of lightning through her body.Danger, excitement, and pure lust twisted her stomach into a knot.Dammit. She’d spent the past four years isolated in the bowels of a Russian monastery. She wasn’t prepared to deal with the cascade of sensations.She struggled to suck air into her lungs. “I wasn’t a telepath when I applied for the job,” she said in hoarse tones.He frowned, his fingers resuming their absent path up and down her arm. Was he even aware of what he was doing?Her skin shivered with delight.“Is that supposed to be a joke?” he demanded.She grimaced, understanding his annoyance. High-bloods were born with their mutations, even if some didn’t reveal themselves until after puberty. Most people only had one, but a rare few could claim a combination.Like Bas, who’d been born with both the magic of a witch and the superior strength of a Sentinel. And even more rare were those powers that appeared later in life, seemingly out of nowhere.None of the healers had an explanation.It simply happened.“The talent didn’t reveal itself until I was pregnant,” she grudgingly confessed.He lifted his head, genuine amazement in his eyes. “A spontaneous manifestation?”“Yes.”He studied her with a searing intensity. “Fine. You should have told me you were in contact with Molly.”She forced herself to hold that raptor gaze. Bas was a natural leader with a male confidence that easily intimidated others.In other words . . . an arrogant ass.He would run her over completely if she didn’t try to stand her ground.“As I said, you’re not my boss.”“No, but I am Molly’s father.”“I know that—” she started to snap, only to bite her tongue. Well, hell.He was right.“And?” he prompted.She grimaced. It was true he was an arrogant ass, but he’d taken in a baby that he hadn’t known existed, without question and without hesitation, and surrounded her with the sort of love every little girl deserved.As much as it might pain her to stroke his bloated ego, she owed him her eternal gratitude.“I’m truly appreciative that you’ve done such a wonderful job with Molly.” She managed to force the words past her stiff lips. “She’s a very special little girl and I know that you had a very large part in that.”He blinked, a flare of color staining the sharp line of his cheekbones.Had she managed to knock him off guard?Amazing.Then his lips abruptly thinned. “You’re very good at deflecting my questions,” he accused.She dropped her gaze to his thousand-dollar Italian shoes. “Then stop asking them.”“Myst.” His finger curled beneath her chin, tilting her head up. “Why didn’t you let me know you were in contact with my daughter?”A fresh pain sliced through her heart. “Our daughter,” she corrected in fierce tones.His lips parted, but before he could deny her right to be a mother, Molly’s plaintive voice interrupted their tense confrontation.“Daddy, I want Mommy to tell the story.”Myst glanced toward the tiny girl who was perched on the edge of the bed before returning her wary gaze to the predator who was nearly vibrating with the urge to toss her through the nearest window.“Let me go to her, Bas,” she said in low tones. “Please.”Frustration tightened his stark features, but dropping his hands, he forced himself to take a step back.“Tell her the story. Then we talk,” he warned, turning his head to send his daughter a smile that held uncomplicated affection. “Good night, pet.”

Bas stalked from the room, his phone pressed to his ear as he reached the main room of the suite.“Kaede,” he snapped as soon as his enforcer picked up. “I need you in Kansas City. I’ll explain when you get here.”He shoved the phone back into his pocket and paced to the bank of windows that overlooked the Kansas City skyline.Unfucking believable.After five years of paying a fortune to trackers, witches, and even a human private investigator to hunt down Myst, she waltzes into his penthouse as if she had every right to be there.Worse, he discovered that she’d been in constant contact with Molly.A short, humorless laugh was wrenched from his throat.No, that wasn’t the worst.The worst was the undeniable fact that he found her just as damned exquisite as the first time she’d sashayed that tiny body into his office.His fingers had twitched with the urge to run through the moonlit silk of her hair. To yank off her pretty sundress and explore the pale ivory skin that had haunted his dreams. To crush the soft curve of her lips until they parted in help-less surrender.Emotions are the enemy.He’d been taught that by the monks who’d honed him into the perfect killer.But Myst managed to shatter a lifetime of training, stir-ring his passions with an ease that was frankly terrifying.He needed her gone.Now.

Alexandra Ivy graduated from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons. To stay updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat with other readers, please visit her website at www.alexandraivy.com.

​Starr Media Second-Assistant Survival Guide1. Don’t call your hot boss the antichrist to his face.2. Don’t stare at hot boss’s, um, package or his full sleeve of tattoos. (No. Really. Stop!)3. Don’t get on the malicious first assistant’s bad side.4. Don’t forget to memorize the 300-page employee manual.5. If you value your cashmere, steer clear of boss’s dog.6. Boss’s dimples are lust-inducing. Do. Not. Give. In.7. “The elevator ate your clothes” is not a valid excuse for showing up to important meetings half dressed.8. Don’t break seven of the rules within the first week of employment if you, ya know, are in dire need of money to support your sick mom.9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the boss. See rule eight about sick mom.10. Never forget the rules.

​ “We meet again,” I said, and cringed at how stupid I kept sounding in front of him. Seriously, a Master’s degree, and that was the best I could come up with. Cheesy chitchat usually only made an appearance with red wine and too many shots of tequila. The guy had hired me to help with the basics, and this wasn’t exactly showcasing my competence.“Yep. Just out for a quick walk.” He nodded and picked at an invisible piece of lint on his sleeve.Did he pass by me in the park on his walk? Oh God, had he seen me chewing? My mom’s chiding about my eating habits suddenly didn’t seem so stupid.I chanced a quick glance his direction. Since that awful encounter in the break room the other week, his hair had been neatly trimmed into a stylish cut that accentuated his face. Brogan was all strong angles and broad shoulders. Normally my reaction to forced proximity with a hot guy in an elevator was that of a) glee b) praying I didn’t have horrible coffee breath, and c) the obvious hope of said hot guy jamming the big red stop button and proceeding to give a mind-blowing elevator romp.A completely irrational, unfair thought process since he was really theonlyperson I was not allowed to go for. Besides the thirty other men that worked for Starr Media. As the old adage went, the person you embarrass yourself in front of the worst is the person you want the most. And Mr. (anti)Antichrist was looking particularly appealing today.He shifted and took his hands out of his pockets as I stared straight ahead, trying not to make eye contact in the mirrored doors. Oh, this was going to be a very long ride in silence.I stared at the little red numbers climbing, each one taking its time. Should I say something else? It’d be rude not to, but then again, I was the one that made an ass out of myself and insulted him. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut like Jackson instructed.“Nice day, huh?” Okay, so I failed at taking my own advice. Awkward silence gave me hives, and I always felt the need to fill it.He clasped his hands in front of him and looked down at me. “Yep. Enjoy it while it lasts—supposed to be a rough winter.”“I don’t mind rough,” popped out of my mouth even asNoooooo don’t you dare say that!tried to lasso my tongue.If I wasn’t carrying coffee, I’d be pulling the hood of my cardigan over my head and pretending I’d melted into the elevator.The dimples made an appearance, and I could tell he was using every bit of restraint not to laugh. “Is that so?”“That was way too far down the ‘that’s what she said’ rabbit hole to even begin to redeem myself. Can we let that slide?”

​Jennifer Blackwood is an English teacher and contemporary romance author. She lives in Oregon with her husband, son, and poorly behaved black lab puppy. When not chasing after her toddler, you can find her binging on episodes of Gilmore Girls and Supernatural, and locking herself in her office to write.
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​Morgan Taylor, D.C. socialite and wildlife biologist, leads a charmed life until everything changes with a phone call. Her research team has been found dead—slaughtered—in backcountry Montana.

As the case grows cold, Morgan is determined to unravel the mystery behind her friends’ gruesome deaths. Despite the dangers of a murderer still free, nothing will stand in her way, not even the bodyguard her father hires, L.A.’s top close protection agent, Hunter Phillips.

​Chapter OneSeptember 2010Helmand Province, AfghanistanGunnery Sergeant Hunter Phillips and his men drove toward their target: the hideout of Al-Qaeda’s number three. Satellite imagery confirmed Abbas Muhammad Muhammad Tayi was holed up in a small village ten miles away, but a source warned they had the wrong man. Hunter and his Force Recon unit were about to find out. After a year of searching, tracking, hunting, they would substantiate the evidence either way. Bringing the fucker to justice thirty days before they departed this godforsaken land would be the perfect end to their tour.The caravan of two up-armored Humvees moved swiftly down the endless, dusty road, dodging enormous blast holes created by Soviet mines years before. They came past the blackened remains of a truck three Marines died in yesterday. Like a mascot of death, the burned vehicle welcomed the recon unit to “The Danger Zone.” In the last month alone, ten soldiers had lost their lives along the eternal stretch of dirt.Rocky terrain laden with caves and deep crevices surrounded the Humvees. Insurgents roamed the area, ever eager to take their shot at US forces. Although the route clearance team had driven by twenty minutes ago, ten pairs of eyes scanned the road and dirt beyond, watchful for mounds of sand and small rocks—telltale signs of IEDs.“And as we drive through the valley of the shadow of death, I would like to remind you all that God is good, men. Keep Him with you today,” Hunter said into his radio.Nine “Amens” answered back.Tension hung thick and the vehicles were silent except for the hum of motors and the constant click of Carson, Hunter’s gunner above, moving in half circles in his mechanical seat. The unit had gone a year without a casualty—a miracle in direct action warfare. But the law of averages told them they were due, and they all knew it.Somewhere during the last mile, the AC had petered out. Hunter, sweat soaked and miserable, tugged at his collar, trying to ignore the one hundred degree heat and baking sun boring through the windshield, zapping energy from him and his men like a furnace straight from hell. Perspiration trapped by camouflage fabric and bulletproof vests mixed with sand, chafing, burning, only adding to the wretched conditions.As the truck plowed ahead, Hunter’s shoulder blades itched and his stomach pitched. His eyes narrowed and his focus sharpened as he searched the rocks beyond. Something wasn’t right. His gut instinct was never wrong, and his men didn’t question it. “Men, I’ve got the itch. Stay alert. I repeat, stay alert.”“Still glad you picked this route, Gunny?” Jake Johnson said from truck two.Despite the situation, a small smile ghosted Hunter’s mouth. “Don’t be a pussy, Johnson.” He lurched to the right as the driver swerved around another blast hole. “The fastest route isn’t always the safest. That’s why I’m lead truck. I’ll keep you safe, honey.”Jake chuckled. “Fuck you, man.”Hunter grinned, forever scrutinizing their surroundings. “You’ll be tucked in with your blankey before—”The massive explosion cut him off, shaking his vehicle with its deafening boom. “What thefuck?” He glanced in his rearview mirror as smoke plumed from truck two.Oh God—Jake.Bullets pinged against the armored trucks as the unit took on fire.“Return fire! Return fire!” Hunter instructed, peering back at Jake’s vehicle. “Truck two, do you copy?”Static crackled in his earpiece as his heart pounded—in his chest, in his throat. His body revved from the swift flow of adrenaline and fear coursing through his veins. He radioed back to camp, struggling to remain calm. “Thunder Main, this is Patriot Zulu. We have IED detonation—one truck hit. We’re taking fire. I need fire support now and casualty evacuation on standby!”“Patriot Zulu, this is Thunder Main. That’s a good copy of last transmission. Scout weapons team is inbound. ETA ninety seconds.”With help on the way, Hunter tried Jake’s Humvee again. “Vehicle two, do you copy?”“Hunter, this is truck two. We’re smoking and rattled, but we’re—” Another explosion roared, cutting them off as a rocket-propelled grenade hit Humvee two. Metal smashed and scattered through the air as Jake’s vehicle rolled twice.“Shit! Shit! Fire support, what is your location, goddammit? Carson,” he hollered to his gunman, “suppress that fire so I can move toward those rocks.” He had to get to Jake’s truck.Carson gave him a nod, pummeling fifty caliber rounds into the boulders, decimating rock and anything behind them.Hunter opened his door, crouching next to the wheel well, assessing the unit’s dire situation. Help was still sixty seconds away, and they were surrounded by insurgents. Truck two lay on its side four hundred yards back as heavy black smoke plumed from the twist of metal. Hot rubber and burning electrical equipment choked the air.A movement in the rocks caught Hunter’s eye. He fired his weapon, watching a man fall to the ground.“Let’s do this,” he said to the three soldiers waiting for his command. The men took his place at the wheel well as he ran for the boulders in the distance. "Clarke, Tanger, I need an update on truck two. Move forward.”Carson continued shooting from the Humvee roof while Hunter and Sergeant Smith laid down fire, providing cover as the soldiers ran. Halfway to the vehicle, bullets rained down from an unknown area in the rocks above. Clarke and Tanger stumbled, falling to the ground.“No! Cover me, Smith.” Without a second thought, Hunter sprinted toward his fallen men as the rhythmic thump of chopper blades echoed closer.A Kiowa Warrior soared overhead, dropping missiles among the crevices and caves, obliterating large chunks of mountainous terrain. The helicopter banked right as the next aircraft flew in, repeating the same procedure.Fire support vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and the air fell silent. The heavy breathing of his soldiers filled Hunter’s ear. The firefight was over. For the moment they were clear of danger, and a weight lifted off his shoulders, leaving him lightheaded with relief.Sergeant Tanger groaned as a chunk of dangling metal fell from truck two with a deafening crash, and reality rushed back like a punch to the gut.Hunter ran to his men, who were shot and bleeding, as Carson continued with precautionary fire into the mountainside. “Smith, get the truck over here!” Hunter dug into Clarke’s medical pack and applied a tourniquet to the unconscious man’s arm. As he twisted the black fabric tight, the flow of blood ceased.With Clarke as stable as he could make him, Hunter crawled to Tanger, ripping Tanger’s pant leg, exposing three bullet wounds. He glanced at Jake’s truck, desperate to get to him. Distracting flashes of their childhood played through his mind, and he ruthlessly squashed the memories. “Shit, man, you’re a mess,” he said to Tanger, attempting to keep his soldier lucid and himself calm.“It hurts like—shit!” Tanger tensed as Hunter packed his first wound.Sergeant Smith backed the Humvee closer and crouched next to Hunter, waiting for orders.“Smith, finish this. Get them secured. I’m heading for truck two.” With his gun to his shoulder, he peered through the sight, moving toward Jake’s vehicle. It had only been five minutes since the attack began, but it felt as if it had been hours. “Truck two, do you copy?” The air remained dead, and panic rose from his depths. Everything he’d learned as a Force Recon escaped him. All the training on procedure vanished as he thought of Jake and the other four men. “Jake. Jake, do you copy? Can you hear me?”“Hunter,” Jake answered, coughing.“Oh, thank God. You scared the sh—”“I’m hit, Hunt. I’m hit.” Jake wheezed, coughing again. “And they’re all dead, man.”Pain sliced his heart as he yelled into his radio once more. “We need casualty evac, ASAP! Get them here now! I have four confirmed KIAs and three wounded.” Hunter whirled when footsteps approached from behind. Sergeant Smith’s face lined up in the crosshairs of his scope.“Clarke and Tanger are secure.”“Let’s go then,” Hunter said, running to what was left of the vehicle. “Jake, I’m here.”Jake gasped for air, coughing violently.Hunter climbed to the top of the heap, burning and cutting his hands, peering down at Jake’s battered face. Gashes riddled his cheeks, dribbling blood. He glanced at the remains of his four other men, burying the fisting pain deep. Jake was all that mattered now—the only one he could help.Hunter locked his legs around mangled metal, anchoring himself. He reached his arms through the opening, grabbing hold of Jake. “Come on, man, I’m going to get you out of here. Evac’s on its way.”Jake tried to sit up on the console and yelled out. “I can’t do it. I can’t get up.”“Yes, you can. I don’t know how long we have before they fire on us again.”Taking a deep breath, Jake hollered, clenching his fists as he sat up.Hunter hoisted him up, and Jake screamed. “I’m sorry, man. Almost there.”With Jake’s head and torso freed from the wreckage, Sergeant Smith climbed up, grabbing hold of Jake’s legs, helping Hunter lay him on the ground.“Sergeant, get me a kit,” Hunter said, assessing Jake’s injuries as Smith ran for their truck. Blood saturated Jake’s plated vest, and sweat covered his face as he grew pale with every heartbeat. Hunter ripped through his friend’s armor and cloth to the wound, fighting to steady his breathing, horrified by the injuries. He applied pressure to the gaping hole in Jake’s abdomen as blood pooled over his fingers. Helplessness consumed him and desperation clawed at his throat as he yelled into his radio, “We need casualty evac now, goddammit! Do you hear me? Right now!”Sergeant Smith hustled back with a kit, but there was nothing among the first aid supplies that would help. The medics on their team were dead or gravely injured, and Jake’s entire midsection was full of shrapnel.“I’m not going to make it,” Jake gasped.“Don’t you fucking say that!”He coughed again, violently. “I’m not. Take care of them. Take care of Sarah and the baby.”Hunter pressed harder as blood oozed over his fingers, pooling in the sand. “No, you’re going to take care of them. They’re coming.” The rhythmic sound of chopper blades echoed off the mountains. “Listen, they’re almost here.”Jake’s body shook. “Promise me. Promise me, goddammit.” Tears streamed from his brown eyes. “Tell them I love them, that I’ll always be with them.”“I promise, Jake.” It was too late. There was nothing the medics could do.White as a sheet, Jake convulsed, even as Sergeant Smith tried to help keep him still. “Kiss Kylee for me.” His voice grew weaker. “Tell her it’s from her daddy. I never got to…I never got to hold her. Tell her about me.”“I will. I will.” Hunter was losing him. Life seeped from his best friend, his brother. “I love you, Jake. I’ll take care of them.”“I love…take care of...” Jake stopped moving, stopped breathing.“God, no! No!” Desperately, Hunter started chest compressions. “Don’t you leave me!”The chopper landed in the distance, and gunfire broke out. Heat seared through Hunter’s left shoulder.Bullets sprayed from Sergeant Smith’s weapon. “I got him, Hunter. I got the fucking bastard.” Smith’s brow furrowed as he crouched behind the rocks. “Shit, you’re shot.”Hunter sat in the sand and dust with Jake while blood dripped down his arm.

Widow Sarah Johnson struggled to pick up the pieces after her life was ripped apart. After two years of grieving, she's found contentment in her thriving business as photographer to Hollywood's A-list and in raising her angel-faced daughter, Kylee... until bodyguard and long-time friend Ethan Cooke changes everything with a searing moonlight kiss.

Sarah's world turns upside down as she struggles with her unexpected attraction to Ethan and the guilt of betraying her husband's memory. But when blue roses and disturbing notes start appearing on her doorstep, she has no choice but to lean on Ethan as he fights to save her from a stalker that won't stop until he has what he prizes most.

​Chapter OneSeptember 24, 2010Sarah Johnson turned the key and opened her frontdoor.She crossed the threshold, breathing in the familiar scent of fresh-cut flowers and the hint of low tide blowing in from the Pacific. “It’s so nice to be home. Welcome home, sweet baby girl.” She stared at her sleeping newborn and smiled, brushing her lips over the soft skin of her baby’s forehead.“Look out, coming through,” Ethan Cooke said, loaded down with balloons and vases overflowing with cheerful blooms. “I had no idea bringing a baby home from the hospital required movers.”Sarah stepped aside, chuckling. “I know. Kylee has quite a fan club already. Let me help you with some of this stuff.”“I’ve got it. You gave birth yesterday, for God’s sake. The nurse told you to take it easy.” He set the vase on the entryway table and released the balloons to the ceiling as he dropped the diaper bag from his shoulder to the floor. “Besides, Jake would kick my ass if he knew you were hauling things in.”Sarah’s smile widened as she thought of her husband. “Yes, you’re probably right, but I also know he would be grateful you were able to help me out. My mother wasn’t expecting to run her shop today. Dana called in sick, so that was that.”Ethan moved closer to her side, staring at the baby. “I’m happy you called. I wanted to come visit you ladies again last night, but things got a little crazy while I was on duty.” He brushed a finger down Kylee’s tiny nose. “She really is beautiful, Sarah. She looks just like you.”Sarah’s blue eyes twinkled. “Thank you, but I definitely see some of Jake in her too.” She wrapped her free arm around Ethan’s waist and rested her head against his shoulder as he returned her embrace. “I’m so happy right now, Ethan, so absolutely happy. Twenty-nine more days and my family will be whole again. I can’t wait to hug Jake and watch his face when he holds her for the first time. I could tell he wanted to crawl through the screen yesterday and touch her tiny fingers and toes.” She looked down at Kylee. “No more deployments for your daddy. He’ll be all ours.”“He’ll be mine too.” Ethan grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ve been waiting just as eagerly for Jake’s return. It took me two years to convince him to join my firm. Now I need to get Hunter on board, and the crew will be together again.”“Getting yourselves into as much trouble as ever I’m sure. You’ll have to wait a little longer for your new security expert. He’s not leaving my side for at least a week.”“I think I can live with that.” He kissed her forehead and started toward the door. “Let me get the rest of the stuff from the truck. Then I’ll set up Jake’s surprise.”“I can’t wait for him to see it. I’ve nixed the big-screen TV idea for so long, I’m pretty sure he’s stopped hoping for one.”“It’s a beauty, all right. He’ll love it. I’ll have everything hooked up in no time.” He gave her a gentle squeeze and headed for the door.“Great.” Brimming with joy, Sarah kissed her daughter again and took the baby to the nursery she’d painstakingly painted on her own. The pale yellow stripes looked wonderful with the touches of pink scattered about the room. Sitting in the rocker, she put Kylee to her breast and listened to the door open and slam shut as Ethan brought their items in from his Range Rover. Minutes later, she smiled when she heard him rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen. If Ethan was anything, it was always hungry.Kylee’s mouth went slack as she fell back to sleep.Sarah fastened her nursing bra and fixed her shirt. She settled Kylee against her shoulder and walked out to the kitchen while she rubbed her daughter’s back, burping her.Ethan stood in front of the open refrigerator, mumbling his excitement about her stocked shelves. He glanced up, grinning, and she itched for her camera. “Hey, I’m going to make myself a sandwich before I get started on the TV. Want one?”“No, thanks. Do you want me to make it for you?”“Nah, you don’t have to do that.”“Why don’t you let me because I have another favor to ask of you.” She smiled. “The least I can do is make you something to eat.”He went to the pantry, grabbing a loaf of bread. “Why don’t you tell me what you need?” He pulled open a cupboard and took out a plate.“A shower.” She smiled again, nibbling her lip.His eyes zeroed in on Kylee, and he took a step back. “Geez, I don’t know, Sarah. I’ve never held a baby before. What if I drop her?”A laugh bubbled in her throat at the sheer horror in his eyes. Even after he’d helped her through hours of labor, watched her deliver Kylee, and cut the cord in Jake’s honor, he’d refused to hold her.“You’re not going to drop her,” she said, walking to where he stood. “Fold your arm like this.” She held out her arm, bending at the elbow.He cleared his throat, following her lead, and she placed Kylee in the crook of his rigid arm. Kylee squirmed, and he grabbed Sarah’s hand. “She’s moving, she’s moving. She’s going to fall. Shit, Sarah, I really think this is a bad idea.”“I think it’s a great idea. Trust me on this one.” She adjusted the baby slightly, moving his arm closer to his body, making sure his hand held Kylee under her diapered bottom. She backed away from them, grinning at the discomfort and mild panic all over Ethan’s face. “You’re a natural. Look at you two. I need my camera.”He groaned as she moved to the pile of bags outside the kitchen door and grabbed her case, pulling her Nikon D3 from the bag. She held up the camera and looked through the lens, focusing on Ethan’s arresting face for a test shot. Sharp cheekbones and straight black eyebrows accentuated his long, thick eyelashes and bold gray eyes. She zoomed in on the clear gray pools surrounded by dark, smoky rings and pressed the shutter closed in rapid succession. His firm, full lips and muscular torso showcased a man perfectly comfortable with his masculinity. She tightened her focus on his big hand holding Kylee’s little body and clicked away again, moving in closer, getting lost in her passion for pictures.“Sarah, do you want that shower or not?”She pulled the camera back, focusing on Ethan’s raised brow and lips pressed firm in annoyance. “Sorry. I got a little carried away. You two make excellent subjects. The camera loves your face.”“So you’ve told me—more times than I can count.”She placed the Nikon back in the bag and zipped it closed. “You’re doing a great job with her.”He glanced down at Kylee. “I guess this is okay.”“See? I’ll be quick. She just ate so she should sleep. Here’s the burp cloth just in case she spits up.” She draped the cotton towel over Ethan’s shoulder and turned to leave.“Wait.”She stopped, turning back.“Um.” He took a step toward her and stopped. “What if—what if she starts to cry?”Amused by his distress, she couldn’t help but smile. The man standing before her dealt with the scum of the earth every day, yet a seven-pound infant brought him to his knees. “Just jiggle your arm a little bit. She’ll fall right back to sleep.” She turned and walked toward the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “Oh, and relax. Babies feel tension.”

International bestselling author Cate Beauman is known for her full-length, action-packed romantic suspense series, The Bodyguards of L.A. County. Her novels have been nominated for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, National Indie Excellence Award, Golden Quill Award, Writers Touch Award, and have been named Readers Favorite Five Star books. In 2015, JUSTICE FOR ABBY was selected as the Readers' Favorite International Book Award Gold Medalist, while SAVING SOPHIE took the Silver Medal. SAVING SOPHIE was also selected as the 2015 Readers Crown Award winner for Romantic Suspense and FALLING FOR SARAH received the silver medal for the 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards.Cate makes her home in North Carolina with her husband, two boys, and their St. Bernards, Bear and Jack. Currently Cate is working on Deceiving Bella, the eleventh novel in her popular bodyguards series.For information on Cate's new releases, monthly giveaways, and upcoming events, sign up for her newsletter at: http://www.catebeauman.com/author/home.html#!newsletter-sign-up/c9td

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Title: A World Between

Author: Robert Herzog

Publisher: Story Plant

Genre: Literary Fiction

Format: Ecopy/Paperback

Parts of the world have disappeared. For a while, nobody notices. Or cares. But as an increasing number of voids disrupt the fabric of reality, threatening the foundation of our world, they propel some of the greatest minds on the planet to determine what force, godlike or human, is behind the change. Now they must race to stop a dread emptiness before it leads to global oblivion. A breathtaking novel that thrills on both an epic and human scale, A WORLD BETWEEN is an adventure at the frontiers of consciousness, where fractal geometry, quantum physics, and politics collide to create a story unlike any you’ve ever read.

Meet the Author

Robert M. Herzog has had his stories and poems published in Solstice Literary Magazine, Toasted Cheese, Downstate Story Magazine, Straylight Literary Arts Magazine, and South Jersey Underground. He was a physics major until he read Nietzsche, a political philosopher turned entrepreneur dealing with the major issues of our time, from energy and environment to technology and health care, a Brooklyn boy who’s climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro and remembers the taste of the first (and subsequent) great wine he drank.

Brilliant graphic designer Ravi Tandel is ahead of the game—he's just been asked to present a top secret project at a huge conference in Seattle. All systems are go…until he learns his buttoned-up office nemesis is coming along for the ride.

Tristan Jones isn't really the gamer type, but he knows the back end of the video game business inside out. Together, he and Ravi will give an awesome presentation. If they survive the cross-country trip first.

Tossed together in close quarters, Ravi's shocked to see Tristan's sexy, softer side emerge from such a conservative shell. He's less shocked to learn his handsome colleague's prominent family would never support an out-and-proud son. But Ravi didn't struggle through his own coming out to hide who he is now. To be together, Tristan will have to push past his fear and ultimately decide: Does he want a future with Ravi? Or is it game over before they've even begun?

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Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

Synopsis:BLACKIEMy name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict.I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember.I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them.Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her.For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity.I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather.She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace.Leather.Lace.Me.Her.A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel.Guide me to the light.Take me from the dark.Give me back my life.Let me share yours.They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.

LACEY PARRISHMy name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from.I am a manic-depressive.Just like my dad.Some days I’m high on life.Most days I try to escape it.People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her.Except Blackie.He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker.He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his.He’s my leather and I’m his lace.Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another.This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations.A love story called Leather and Lace.

A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR

Dear Readers,Blackie and Lacey’s love is not an easy story. It’s not about fluff and if you’re looking to escape the reality of the world, this book is not for you. Lethal Temptations is true to its title and while there is a love story between the hero and heroine there is an individual story being told about each character.Blackie is a drug addict.Lacey is mentally ill.They each suffer with the demons that haunt them.Both issues are very much alive in our world and most of us will experience the torment of addiction and, or, mental illness. If not in ourselves than possibly through the people we love.The smiling person beside you who appears perfect may be suffering in silence, afraid of what society will say or more than that, afraid of admitting their truth.If you or someone you love suffers from addiction or mental illness, it’s never too late to find your voice and seek help.My wish for those in need is that they find hope within the pages of Lethal Temptations because, you’re temptations are only lethal if you allow them to be.Be heard.Your voice is your weapon against the things that drag you down.May is mental health awareness month, let’s turn society around and make it our bitch and save the fractured souls that struggle on a daily basis.Below you will find links on both addiction and mental health.Thank you for reading,Janine

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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Adam Spencer loves women. All women. Every shape and size, regardless of hair or eye color, religion or race, he simply enjoys them all. Meeting more than his fair share as the manager and head bartender of The Odyssey, a hot spot in the heart of New Orleans’ French Quarter, Adam’s comfortable with his lifestyle, and sees no reason to change it. A wife and kids, plus the white picket fence are not in the cards for this confirmed bachelor. Until a beautiful woman, and her sweet princess, literally knock him on his ass.

Sarah Cox has just moved to New Orleans, having accepted a position as a social worker specializing in at-risk women and children. It’s a demanding, sometimes dangerous job, but Sarah is no shy wallflower. She can handle just about anything that comes at her, even the attentions of one sexy Adam Spencer. Just because he’s charmed her daughter, making her think of magical kingdoms with happily ever after, doesn’t mean that Sarah believes in fairy tales. But the more time she spends with the enchanting man, the more he begins to sway her into believing in forever.

Even so, when Sarah’s job becomes more dangerous than any of them bargained for, will she be ripped from Adam’s life forever? Buy Links:Amazon ** PaperbackAnd don’t forget to grab the first four books in the Boudreaux Series!

​The next afternoon, I’m stocking bottled beer behind the bar, lost in thought. At this time of day, business is slow, so my mind wanders.And lately, it’s been wandering to a certain beautiful brunette. “Why are you so chipper?”My head whirls around at Callie’s voice. “I’m not chipper.”“You’re whistling,” she says with a laugh and grabs a wet rag to wipe down the already clean bar. “You’re happy about something.”“Why shouldn’t I be happy?” I counter and toss the empty crate to the side of the bar. “We have a great business and it’s a beautiful day.”“And you’ve been spending a lot of time with a certain woman,” she says and raises a brow in my direction.“Truth,” I reply and smile.“She’s pretty,” Callie says thoughtfully. “And you said she has a child?”“Yes, Hailey. She’s five.”“How long has Sarah been divorced?” I frown. “She’s not. She’s widowed.”“Oh.” Callie frowns and looks down at the bar and then back at me. “I’m sorry to hear that.”“Yeah. He was a cop, killed in the line of duty.”“That’s horrible.” She leans on the bar and crosses her arms over her chest, watching me.It’s not that I’ve been keeping Sarah and Hailey a secret. Not at all. I’ve been consumed by them. When I’m not here, I’m with them, and Callie has been in Nashville with her husband, Declan, while he produced a new album for a country singer.I glance up to find her still staring at me.“What?” I demand.“You probably don’t want to hear this.”“That’s never stopped you before,” I reply. “What’s on your mind?”“You’d better not hurt her,” Callie says sternly. “Seriously, Adam, she’s…fragile.”“B*llshit.” I pace away, then turn back and brace my hands on my hips. “She’s not weak, Callie. She’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”

This was a completely absorbing, quick yet fulfilling read! I've never read anything by Kristen Proby, and I must say- I'm incredibly impressed! Her writing just draws me in and I was completely enraptured from beginning to end! The storyline was original and full, the characters were incredibly complex with easily felt emotions, and the romance was steamy and sexy! I completely fell in love with all of the characters and their different personalities and thoroughly had my heart melted by little cutiepie Hailey. The romance was strong, yet not too racy, with lots of steamy moments and intense attraction that had me eagerly devouring my book! I completely enjoyed this quick novella and I'm definitely going to get the rest of the books in this series!

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling With Me In Seattle and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves.Kristen lives in Montana, where she enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps.Website** Facebook** Twitter** Newsletter Sign Up** Author Goodreads** Novella Goodreads​

Iâm headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds. Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke runners, and now thereâs a new international threat in town.

Blaize Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker babe. Jeeesus. Iâve had a bone for her from day one when she walked into headquartersâhaughty, superior, and always in charge.

Thereâs a goddamn good chance weâll get made, played, and put in the grave as government-issue traitors. But I canât help itâI love to get rough, raw, dirty, and dominant with her.

No more yes maâam, no maâam.Blaize is about to find out I donât always takes orders as issued.

BLAIZE

I canât stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As soon as weâre back in DC, Iâm going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right off his dangerously handsome face.

Iâm always prepared for every scenario. Iâve built my career on complete professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild animal lustâwhen he opens up to meâwhen he opens me up, I canât say no.

I donât want to.

Weâre in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out alive. Not together. Not this time.

âAnd yâall think you were the ones doing me the favor? Baby, youâd need an extra hand to count the number of successful missions Iâve carried out for T-Z, and you goddamn know it.â I pushed her back with my huge muscled body pressing against her.

I watched her swallow, but some seriously angry heat came off her.

It only made her sexier to me.

âYou got no excuses for that off-op shit you pulled tonight, and you know it. And you do not want to play this game with me tonight.â I began undressing.

Shirt tossed. Boots thrown. Belt whipped out. Pants tugged down.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood in front of herâa foreboding, tall, dark shadow of fully fit and ready-to-fuck man. âLose the clothes, Blaize, before I slice and dice them with my knife.â

She sucked in a breath.

âYou and I both know itâs been building to this.â With my hand curled beneath her chin, I lifted her mouth until it brushed against mine. âIf you donât want to get fucked and fucked hard by me right now you better leave this room and run tail back to DC.â

She undressed while I stood right up against her. Her breath hit me, her soft panting gusts of air. My eyes dipped lower when she skimmed the shirt from her shoulders. Her braâlacy and creamy whiteâalmost overflowed with her tits. I didnât help her unclasp it but watched with hungry intensity when she hit the hook and it popped free.

The straps dripped off her arms, and her puffy pink nipples rasped against the hair on my chest.

I chugged in a lungful of air, balling my hands at my sides. My cock, thick and hard, wet the bare skin of her belly with a skein of pre-come.

âThe jeans now.â My voice was low, thunderous, chest-deep.

She wiggled free, her breasts connecting with my abdomen, which clamped like Iâd been hit by a hammer blow. Those soft swinging tits colliding against me made my head ratchet back. But I kept focus. Kept my gaze on her when she stood up.

No Fucking Panties.

Nude. Blaize. She was all golden skin and incredible eyes and glowing hair.

And that little pink pout of her pussy lipsâshiny and slick alreadyâbelow the narrow tangle of bronze-red curls.

âFuck, Blaize.â

She held her shoulders back, placed her hands on her hips, and asked, âDo I pass muster, sir?â

âGet on the bed. All fours.â A muscle at the back of my jaw ticked.

Her nipples hardened with my harsh words, and I watched a trail of wetness weep between her legs.

Fuuuuck me.

I didnât touch her. Not yet. But it was damn hard not to.

I watched as her ass swayed, her hips switched back and forth, and she got into position in the middles of the bed.

I was hugely hung, hugely hard, and really fucking angry. Blaize knew it, and she was ready for me.

This mating dance was nearly over.

But I didnât let myself get close to her yet.

Couldnât.

She needed to understand the new rules first.

I almost trembled in my skin, walking around the bed, viewing her lush bod from every angle.

My voice thickened from my throat and came out hoarse and husky as hell. âFair warning. Youâll be screaming tonight. Not because I took a strap to your ass like everyone downstairs expects. But because Iâm about to fuck you so good. And when you have a hard time walking and sitting down tomorrow? Wonât be because I punished you. But because I screwed you all night long, cher.â I prowled onto the bed behind her. âUnderstand?â

In answer, Blaize drew herself up and cupped her tits. I straddled right behind her. For a moment. Running my hands over her body. Touching between her legs and pulling her back to me when her pelvis kicked forward. Sliding my palms up over the indent of her waist and holding her hands down to her sides. Lifting her breasts, massaging them, palming both mounds and thumbing across her nipples.

With my hand at the back of her neck, I slowly laid her down. Laid her out.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writerâcausing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

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